the butcher's arms
May 10, 2019
Wherever We Find Ourselves
the utterly crushing blackness
collides and pulls
breaking apart, smears
words and promises
interchangeable and wicked
fixed and manic
a masterful snowfall
the deep ice where nothing
survives
and reflects those tiny
stars
lost
in her great blackness
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